She pulled a thin stack of papers from the drawer and set them down.

“I have shown you what we have.”

“Then give me the correction order.”

She looked toward the library door, where Frank’s footsteps had stopped in the hall.

“I will speak to your father,” she said.

“No.

I will speak to him myself.”

I took the photocopy from the desk and asked if I could keep it long enough for Samuel to examine.